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I Am Africa

I AM AFRICA
I am a mother not a murderer
Patronage of numerous natural resources
Filled with beautiful creatures are my tropical
My heritage, adorned with glorious cultures
In the forest of the night I form
Seeds of great black minds

I am a mother of many gold medalists
Guardian of prolific writers 
My sons and daughters are recognized through the ink of their intelligence
I am the virgin land of habitats and wild life
I am who I am 
I am the great mother Africa
Fifty-four nations have me
Enriching with tribes and traditions
So favored by nature I boast
That my foes demands my departure
Tears of regrets I now shed
For my seeds have dispatched and torn me apart
Where abides my seeds I seek
The ocean of Democracy I adopted
Now lies astray with confusion as its mat
A dirge I present to you Democracy
Is my own world a different universe
Depressed I am in this silent captivity
Savoriness present in the face 
But sadness, my daily food

Hope still stands in the future I believe
Admiring the consequences of the present
My aura shall once again romance
what have been laid bare
The milk of my breast is still breathing
Come and suck with caring honesty
My Philosophy of Neo-welfarism by Zik of Africa
Seeks to harmonize ideologies
Leopold Senghor of Senegal appeared with his Negritude
To rediscover and awaken our culture
Kwame Nkwuruma still lives
Through his Philosophical Consciencism which opposed capitalism
The great Ujama principle of Julius Nyerere of Tanzania
Continues to rule
I still have Achebe; who still advises from the depths
Adiche and Wole are still living legends

I sleep in silence in pure delight
As the brown dust turns to green
As daylight breaks and jet sky turns to blue
I wake up refreshed of glorious dreams 
O! My great seeds; Never let me exist outside existence

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Where Is He That Will Feed Me

WHERE IS HE THAT WILL FEED ME

An invisible thief,
Beyond the dark horizons,
Our hearts will once more sing,
For those who leave us for awhile,
We believe their journey just begun.
Life holds many facet but this Earth is only one.

The destiny of every living being.
An unquenchable flame.
A strong wind without a wind breaker.
No man shy away from you irrespective of his powers.
We can’t stop you, but you stopped us.

You do husband and wife apart,
Kill the rich and the poor,
And they abandon all the struggles and wealth of the earth.
You fear no giant neither do you pity children.
You sneak into home and make it empty.
Oh death! A respecter of no home. 

You separate people from the joy of life,
A place of no day and years,
Wrap them in comfortless embrace,
Enshrouded with sorrow and tears.

Oh death, An uninvited guest!
You serve people breakfast with grieve,
Without them seeing you for appreciation,
Leaving them with everlasting lamentation
where will our help come from?
Who will treat us like him?
Where is he that will feed us.

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My Holy Virgin's Death

MY HOLY VIRGIN'S DEATH

Weep my people weep
For my holy virgin has gone to sleep
A sleep eternal and deep
Her soul her creator must reap

Born of the world
But not of the world
Chastity her watch word
Her purity rose like an incense to God

Of old she swore her solemn oath
To evade immortality's boat
That she on the wings of sanctity may float
And over sin gloat

But the enemy laughed her to scorn 
The battle line has just been drawn
By her, will it be won
Or will she mourn?

With lust, they fought
With love, she defended her lot
They exhausted all that they got
Death became their last resort

For this she was willing to die
Offering her life to he who sits on high,
She let out a victorious sigh 
"It is finished! To my heavenly spouse, I now fly"

So was the victorious death of my holy virgin 
Who conquered sin!

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Sorrows of Tears

SORROWS OF TEARS 

The world is such a painful place to be
It has blessed us with stings of a bee
Yet with free-flowing lyrics of art
Permit me to unleash the agonies of my heart

Those painful moments of a wandering soul
At the lonely night abode of an owl
Where my gentle screams of fear
Are empty because no one listens to hear

Darkness befalls my soul at night 
As I journey through the path with a tiny light 
With pain so deep even to the bone marrow;
and a haunting regret that only the strong can swallow

Never look out for the scars of my past 
While I wear my deceptive smile to overcast 
Just look deeper into the anguish of my eyes
Pains have turned me into a master of disguise

I know I solely deserve this agonizing pain
To sit out and die alone in the scorching rain
To die, I must have to do this alone
But the source of my pain remains unknown

In reality, we live just once
But life offers each man a second chance
My long walk towards genuine happiness
can also be found in the altar of authentic goodness

There is a glimpse of hope that falls from my heart 
Even amidst the battles that keep my soul apart 
Kindly come with me and hold my hand
At the end, my sorrows you will surely understand.

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The Difference

THE DIFFERENCE

I woke my sleep and rushed into the day
Without accessing my routine pay
Stones and swords came to play
I retorted and my ordeals I lay
He whispered, Son you didn't pray

Restless I entered deep in thought
To analyze the content of my effort
Weakness came and showed his might
I was left with no strength
He echoed again, Son you didn't Ask

As the day moves with great speed
The activities of the day I decreed
Went unanswered
My mine was left confused
He proclaimed, Son you didn't seek

The day got so weird
Myself and I got so tired
I marched down to my home
Thinking about my useless closed gone
He called, Son you didn't knock

The next day 
I left my sleep so early to pray
For God's grace to light the way
Happy I went throughout the day

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Rejoicing With the Saints

REJOICING WITH THE SAINTS

Washed with the waters of baptism
Nourished with the food of life
Mingled amidst the blood of the Lamb
Drawn back through the grace of penance 
Filled with the spirit through confirmation

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Flight of the Phoenix Bird

THE FLIGHT OF THE PHOENIX BIRD


Surrounded  by a bunch of steady flowing waters

Existing without death but debt

A poor Atman of the gardeners 

Caged in the verdict so depth

Exhausted to transform existence

'Cause no language to place its conceptions to existence


Blended you embraced in the middle of the night

Emitting shadows of languid and listless

Mere ens with no might 

Children now echoes to your unworthiness

Owner of beautiful gold

Now stands with no atom of bold


But! Fear, the language of the mousy

In the field of great minds

Thousand years a useless tree grows

Its usefulness to eternity a day it registers

A mind that decamps the evening tide

Can always in greatness abide


Our cultures and society still present

Raises us on acme so fit

Creates a vacuum as a present

For our savoriness to reach no limit

Language are the times we exist

The minds greatest instrument


Tiredness a phoenix bird never gets

Though its corporeality regenerates

Pushes, life it begets

construing what life presents


Stand! Stand! Push on comrade

Though embodied with the portals clay

Embrace the molded grenade

At last, it will result to pay

Life fights life to taste 

But only the vanquisher has a voucher to paste